The Chosen

The room was pitch dark, just the way he liked it. The lemon green curtains with specks at the side were closed but the window left open. The moon's light could barely sieve through but alas, a gentle breeze shifted a small portion of the curtain and the light struck the corner of her bed, where it all started. The day he sezied to call her one of his own. He was too afraid of what they would say if they say if they ever found out of what she had become . Her cries still ring like a bell in the hallow space, keeping him awake until the sun decides to show its smile. His arms still reek of …